Health check

On the first day of school when I turned sixteen, our homeroom teacher asked us to do something quite troublesome.

"Health checkup," she said, adjusting her glasses. "Our school has arranged with a nearby public clinic, and a doctor will be giving us health checkups this week. It

's roughly like this from the school..." Watching her draw a rough map on the blackboard, I frowned, thinking, "A health checkup..." Health checkups weren't usually anything to worry about, but I'd heard this year's would be a little different.

Besides the physical examination, we also had to prove we were fully developed.

That meant we'd have to stand there proudly in front of a doctor we'd never met before.

How embarrassing! Especially since I didn't have a single hair down there.

I knew from listening to my friends' lewd remarks that I was a bit slow to develop; not only was my Adam's apple not very prominent, but I was also completely bald.

But I didn't want to be seen as a slut, so I always changed alone in the toilet stall during PE class.

Exposing my private parts to a stranger, even a doctor, made me feel incredibly embarrassed.

"Remember! You absolutely have to go!" My homeroom teacher, turning around and probably seeing everyone's impatient expressions, slammed those words down. I couldn't help but sigh.

Hoping for a quicker death, I took advantage of the free afternoon on the first day of school to go for a health checkup.

Public clinics always have long lines of elderly people waiting to be seen. I waited in the long queue for half an hour before finally being able to explain my purpose to the nurse at the counter.

The nurse smiled and pointed to a sign across the street indicating the room number.

I smiled awkwardly; apparently, I didn't need to queue. All

that waiting time was for nothing. My initial determination had vanished, and thinking about what I was about to face, my hand hesitated to knock.

I knocked lightly, and a frail voice invited me in.

Pushing open the door, I saw an elderly doctor with gray hair, probably in his fifties. He looked up at me and said, "You went to XX Middle School, right? Come, please sit over there." He then

pointed to a wooden chair in the corner.

"Are you wearing glasses?" I asked, shaking my head as the doctor got up and walked to the projector in front of me.

"Okay.

Let's begin then,"

the old doctor said with a smile, appearing very kind and approachable, which immediately put me at ease.

With such a kind old man around, the matter that was about to happen wouldn't seem so awkward.

The old doctor then turned on the projector, turned off the lights, and asked me to read the various English words and numbers on the slide.

I read through all the words on the slide, sometimes with my left eye closed, sometimes with my right. Finally, he asked me to tell him which line looked thicker within a circle made up of many straight lines.

It took about twenty minutes in total.

The lights came back on, and the old doctor directed me to sit in his writing chair, while also asking for my student ID.

"You don't have much nearsightedness."

The old doctor copied my name, student ID, and other information onto the medical record, smiling as he said, "But your astigmatism is quite severe, remember not to look in the eye."

"Okay."

I nodded in response, thinking the real show was about to begin, but I wasn't nervous at all.

After all, this old doctor was older than my father.

"Alright, take this form to room 208 for your physical exam."

He said, returning my medical record and student ID to me.

"Huh?" I was taken aback, thinking that the eye exam and physical exam were done together. "It's the fifth room on the right after you go out."

Perhaps seeing my confused look, the old doctor assumed I didn't know the way, his voice still as kind and friendly as ever.

I walked to another door not far away with the medical record, thinking that if this doctor was younger, he would laugh at me for not having a hair on my face, and I couldn't help but feel like it was raining heavily.

I knocked on the door in my wild thoughts, and after vaguely hearing the response, I pushed the door open and went in.

"Are you here for a health check? Please sit down."

The doctor in front of me stood up politely and waved his hand to the wooden chair in front of him, gesturing for me to sit down.

But I was stunned, holding the doorknob and opening my mouth, completely stunned.

Because the person in front of me was not only a young doctor, but also a young "female" doctor.

Thinking of the situation that I would face later, my mood was suddenly filled with thunder and lightning under the heavy rain, and my heart kept pounding, thinking about whether I should say that I knocked on the wrong door, and then run away to go home and check again next time.

"Here for a health check? Come on, don't be embarrassed, I'm a doctor!" The young female doctor smiled at me and kindly pulled me into the room.

She probably sensed my apprehension from my flustered expression.

"Don't be afraid, I'm a doctor,"

I said, half-heartedly sitting down in the chair. The doctor took my medical record from my hand, smiling and repeating her professional manner, hoping to allay my concerns.

But I had a feeling that her professional smile was a bit too much; it was getting a little funny.

"Are you Yuan, classmate? I'm Dr. Huang."

The doctor sat in another chair in front of me, looking at my medical record, and I responded hesitantly.

This Dr. Huang wasn't exactly beautiful, but she was definitely not ugly either. She had a pointed face and wore silver-rimmed glasses, giving her a professional look.

She wore light makeup, but some crow's feet were still visible around her eyes.

Considering university and internships, becoming a licensed doctor meant at least twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, and studying medicine was more demanding than other fields, so some crow's feet weren't surprising.

Perhaps because the room was air-conditioned, she wore a light blue, wide-necked sweater under her white doctor's coat on this hot day; the fuzzy sweater looked very warm.

"Okay, please take off your clothes,"

Dr. Huang said, looking up after putting down the medical record.

"Huh? Take off my clothes!?" Were they getting to the point so quickly? Lost in thought, I was startled by this sudden statement.

"You don't think I can do a stethoscope through my clothes, do you?"

Dr. Huang joked, his smile widening, probably finding my expression amusing.

I lowered my head, using the unbuttoning of my shirt to avoid Dr. Huang's gaze, inwardly cursing myself for being too sensitive.

At the same time, I was filled with anxiety, the thought of having to perform a salutation to this strange woman with my bare chest making my heart pound in my chest, completely uneasy and unsure of what to do.

After all, apart from my mother and sister seeing me when I was little, I had never let any outsiders see me, let alone perform a salutation! My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it pounding, and I just hoped that Dr. Huang would get embarrassed and we could just get by.

A sudden, cold touch brought me back to reality; the icy stethoscope pulled me back to the present.

Dr. Huang pressed the stethoscope against my left chest, glancing at his watch as he counted down the seconds.

After a while, he moved it elsewhere and told me to take a few deep breaths.

This was repeated several times, before finally, as usual, he shone a flashlight into my throat and felt my barely noticeable Adam's apple.

"All done."

Dr. Huang picked up his pen and started writing on the medical record, but just as I was about to button up my shirt, he stopped me, pointing to another door in the room and saying, "Please take off your shoes and lie down on the bed in that room and wait for me."

"Finally,"

I sighed inwardly, walking step by step towards the room, feeling a bit like I was going to my execution.

I opened the door, took off my shoes, climbed onto the pure white hospital bed, and quietly waited for the executioner to arrive. The waiting time seemed to pass incredibly slowly. I looked at the white ceiling, experiencing the feelings of

Jing Ke as he attempted to assassinate the Qin emperor: "The wind howls, the Yi River is cold, the hero departs, never to return." Suddenly, the sound of footsteps rang out, instantly extinguishing any sense of despair I felt. A chill ran down my spine, and my body stiffened: "It's...it's really coming!!" Dr. Huang's white figure appeared beside the bed, smiling before speaking. He casually placed the medical record on the chair beside the bed and said to my stiffened body, "Don't be afraid, it's just some simple examination." I gave a wry smile, thinking, "I know, but there's one place I don't really want to be examined." At the same time, I hoped again that Dr. Huang would be embarrassed and that we could just gloss over it. Dr. Huang pressed rhythmically on my right abdomen and then asked if it hurt. I shook my head. He then pressed on several different places on my stomach with the same technique and asked again if it hurt. I shook my head in response. "Okay, get up, that's about it." Hearing Dr. Huang tell me to get up, I could hardly believe my ears. My worst fear hadn't come true. My mood instantly brightened, like fireworks exploding in my heart. I happily sat up, thinking that Dr. Huang was, after all, a young woman, and of course she would be shy about this kind of examination. It was best to gloss over it so that no one would feel awkward. "Finally..." Just as I was about to get out of bed, Dr. Huang, who had been sitting in the chair writing the medical record, looked up and said those two words with a smile. "Finally...finally?" I murmured, repeating myself, a sudden feeling of unease washing over me. I looked at Dr. Huang's faint smile, but a chill ran down my spine. "Uneasy? Why should I be uneasy?" I wondered. Was it because Dr. Huang's smile seemed so familiar? When did I see that smile before? Right! Right!! Didn't that girl in my class give me the same smile before she threw my wallet downstairs?! "Please take off your pants one last time, it's the final check." Sure enough... Looking at Dr. Huang's radiant smile, I felt a darkness descend upon my future. "What's meant to happen will happen." This phrase suddenly popped into my mind, and I thought, "Is this what they call fate?" I couldn't help but sigh. "Don't be afraid, I'm a doctor. Hurry up and take them off, just halfway." Dr. Huang urged me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Sitting on the edge of the bed, my hand reached for the belt at his urging, but untying it felt like putting a noose around my neck. Overwhelmed by shame, I exposed my featherless virginity to a strange woman. "Huh!? No feathers?" The words struck me like a hammer blow. I lowered my head, unable to meet Dr. Huang's slightly surprised expression, my right hand clenching involuntarily. At that moment, I wanted to cry. "It's alright. Not having hair doesn't mean you're not fully developed." Perhaps realizing her unintentional remark had hurt my pride, Dr. Huang spoke while stroking my head, comforting me like a child. But I felt all the blood rush to my face. "Do you usually get erections?" Dr. Huang asked gently, nodding helplessly. I imagine my face was probably glowing red. "Then please give me a demonstration." Dr. Huang gently patted my burning face with his cool hands, speaking casually, "Come on, close your eyes, imagine, and show the doctor your masculinity." I closed my eyes as instructed. Actually, I had wanted to close my eyes and crawl into a hole for a long time, but demonstrating masculinity was proving difficult. Although I tried hard to recall the porn I saw at my friend's house, imagining various AV actresses dancing naked in front of me, my little brother remained as still as a mountain, refusing to show its face. "Impotent." These two words suddenly flashed through my mind. Giving a salute in front of a woman is merely impolite, but if you can't get an erection in front of a woman, it's a lifelong mark of shame, especially when she asks you to demonstrate your masculinity. Now I was even more anxious, trying my best to imagine all sorts of obscene scenes. The more anxious I became, the more fragmented the images became, and eventually, I really couldn't get an erection. "How is it? Is it not working?" After what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Huang finally spoke. But I was too ashamed to reply, feeling like a defeated chick. "You're too tense. Relax a little." Dr. Huang stood up, patted my head, and his tone sounded quite cheerful: "The examination won't be finished until we're sure you're not lying." This is what they mean by kicking someone when they're down. "Wait a minute, I have some good stuff for you." Dr. Huang patted my head, which was drooping as low as it could go, and walked out leisurely, followed by the sound of a drawer opening. When she returned, I saw Dr. Huang had a magazine in her hand. She handed it to me, saying, "Here, this should be alright, right?" It was Playboy!! The legendary number one pornographic magazine, popular worldwide. I'd only ever glimpsed its cover at newsstands before, and now it was in my hands. Holding Playboy in my hands, I felt a surge of excitement. Suddenly, I felt Dr. Huang watching me with a knowing smile. There wasn't a hint of lewdness in her gaze, but I felt there was something malicious about it, which made me very embarrassed. My excitement at getting Playboy cooled instantly, and Dr. Huang sat back down on the wooden chair by the bed, gesturing for me to leave, but her malicious gaze remained fixed on me. I held the magazine up to block Dr. Huang's embarrassing gaze and turned to the first page. A stunning blonde beauty with a perfect figure, wearing a fishnet outfit that revealed her alluring curves. Long golden hair, seductive green eyes, and her full, rounded breasts, with two fingers spreading her pink pubic area, were enough to make any man's blood boil. But I wasn't; my mind wasn't on that fiery woman at all. I felt like Dr. Huang's gaze was piercing through the thick magazine and staring at me, making me incredibly uncomfortable. I turned the pages one by one; every woman in the book was a sexy bombshell, but I felt that gaze fixed on me growing increasingly intense. I quickly peeked at Dr. Huang from the side of the book, and sure enough, he was staring straight at me. That malicious gaze lingered in my mind, and the alluring bodies of the Playboys were like fleeting glimpses of flowers in my eyes. Before I knew it, I had turned to the last page, but my little bird was still nestled between my legs.

"How is it? Still not working?" Dr. Huang asked, taking the magazine from my hand.

I couldn't even manage a bitter smile.

"You're not lying to the doctor?" Dr. Huang stood up and asked gently.

My face flushed, my head bowed, wishing I could just have a stroke and die.

"I really can't do anything with you~" Dr. Huang laughed, and a sense of crisis suddenly washed over me.

I remembered! I remembered!! That look, that smile—the girls in my class would always have a similar expression when they bullied me.

"Wait for me."

Dr. Huang whirled out, her long, black hair drawing a semicircle in the air, but she instantly returned, now holding a pair of off-white disposable rubber gloves.

Watching Dr. Huang put on the gloves, I was terrified.

Every time I saw that expression, it was accompanied by misfortune.

The milky-white rubber gloves, slightly transparent from being stretched, clung tightly to Dr. Huang's slender, nimble fingers. Then she took a small bottle of lotion from her pocket and applied it evenly to her hands.

I wondered, "Is...is she going to do a palpation?" But being unable to get an erection has nothing to do with getting an erection, right? Could it be the legendary prostate massage?! Watching Dr. Huang move her fingers in front of me, I thought that since her fingers were so delicate, it wouldn't hurt too much when it went in, would it? My mind wandered, and my buttocks involuntarily clenched.

"Are you ready?" Dr. Huang leaned down, almost face-to-face with me, and said.

But at that moment, I was completely oblivious to everything else. My previous random thoughts vanished without a trace, and I was completely captivated by one thing… “Cleavage!!!” Those three words were all that remained in my mind. Dr. Huang’s snow-white breasts, supported by her black lace bra, formed a deep cleavage.

Through the wide neckline of her sweater, I saw a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

Seeing a woman’s full, snow-white breasts for the first time, I was completely mesmerized, losing track of time, my eyes glued to Dr. Huang’s beautiful cleavage.

It wasn’t until the doctor straightened up that I realized my lapse in judgment. My eyes darted upwards awkwardly, wondering if she had noticed me peeking at her cleavage. The doctor smiled at me and said, "I'm tired, can we begin?" Her mischievous eyes and playful voice made it sound like she was asking, "Am I pretty?" "Mmm...mmm,"

I mumbled in response. I saw Dr. Huang applying lotion to my hands again; the previous lotion had probably dried. Realizing I'd been staring at her chest for who knows how long, even the lotion had dried, my ears started to burn.

How embarrassing!! "Let's begin."

Dr. Huang sat down beside me, her soft body pressing against me.

Her fluffy sweater clung to my arm, a soft, bouncy sensation spreading with its warmth.

I reflexively flinched, but the doctor pulled me closer, hugging my waist and pressing her entire chest against my arm.

Then, as if whispering in my ear, he asked, "Have you ever masturbated?" I didn't dare answer, and I couldn't bring myself to.

I only felt a tickling sensation in my ear as the doctor whispered in it, which felt very strange, and I involuntarily turned my head away.

But the doctor insisted on speaking in my ear, surrounding it with his hot breath, and said, "Yes? No? This is related to the examination!" I nodded reluctantly, feeling my neck getting hot, but Dr. Huang went on to ask me an even more embarrassing question: "So, how do you usually do it?" I bit my lip, my face flushed, and shook my head resolutely.

I couldn't see the doctor's face because she was too close to me, but I sensed she was secretly laughing and said, "You're so stubborn! Come on! Tell me, is this how you usually do it?" A cool finger touched my chest, then circled around my nipples.

The areas her finger touched felt cool because of the lotion, but a fire ignited in my chest, and the blood on my face seemed to gather in my chest.

"Hmm, you're starting to react,"

Dr. Huang said, almost whispering in my ear, but I didn't react to the warm, moist sensation. I kept my eyes tightly closed, enduring the tingling and itching in my chest, while strongly doubting, "Is this really how examinations are done?" But I didn't have the courage to ask, nor did I have the chance.

The doctor's fingers suddenly swept across my abdomen, hovering over my penis. His

slippery fingers first moved back and forth from the base to the glans, then his entire palm grasped my scrotum and rubbed it, while his fingertips lightly brushed against my inner thighs.

My penis unconsciously writhed, struggling to stand up little by little in the doctor's hands.

Ignoring my own willpower, it heated up and hardened until I felt as if I were holding a red-hot steel rod.

"Oh! It's hard now, isn't it?" the doctor's mischievous voice rang in my ears, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Just when I thought this humiliating health check would end with my brother's triumphant sigh, the doctor grabbed my penis and began stroking it.

"You could have gotten really hard and hot, but you wouldn't get it up.

Tell me—were you pretending to be stupid, trying to trick the doctor into being gentle?" Waves of pleasure surged from my lower body. The white rubber gloves, lubricated with lotion, moved effortlessly back and forth along my shaft.

The inorganic plastic left waves of pleasure on my sensitive glans.

The doctor's hands moved up and down with a slight twisting motion, applying more pressure on the coronal fossa. Under this skillful manipulation, my upper body involuntarily leaned back, my erection rising in search of greater pleasure.

My elbows braced against the bed for self-protection, and seeing the doctor's slight smile, I managed to utter, "I...I didn't..." "So stubborn.

Come on~ tell the doctor, is this comfortable?" The doctor's hands moved faster, the intense pleasure almost making me close my eyes.

But a sliver of reason and shame made me grit my teeth and turn my head away, unable to answer her humiliating question.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dr. Huang frown, saying with a hint of reproach, "I really can't do anything with you! I don't like disobedient patients!" He then pinched my penis hard.

"Ouch!!! That feels so good!" I cried out in pain.

"Hmm! That's a good boy."

The doctor's touch instantly softened into a gentle rubbing, the stinging sensation transforming into a warm current spreading through the shaft, reigniting the interrupted pleasure.

The doctor leaned closer, almost nose to nose with me, and said, "Here's a reward for you, only good boys get!" Then he sealed my lips with his.

My eyes widened in surprise. "This...this is also part of the examination!?" But that thought quickly faded. The doctor's tongue seemed to secrete an intoxicating saliva, and my tongue passively followed its movements, a slightly sweet sensation spreading in my mouth.

The doctor's hand changed from stroking to applying pressure to the glans, but the pleasure only intensified.

"Ahhh..." Overwhelmed by the pleasure, I couldn't help but let out a long breath, my eyes closed, as the doctor's deep, breathtaking kiss faded, and everything seemed a little unreal.

The doctor's lips moved from my neck to my chest, and then his soft, warm tongue began to lick and kiss between my left breasts.

The electric shock-like numbness didn't travel to the brain, but instead flowed towards the base of the steel rod, mixing with the pent-up tingling and itching there, forming an irresistible wave.

Then, under the doctor's deft guidance, it burst forth like a dam breaking through the barrier between my urethra… “Ughhhhhh!” I let out a long sigh, my legs involuntarily trembling.

My consciousness went blank for a moment, completely immersed in the pleasure of ejaculation.

When I came to my senses, I saw the doctor produce a bottle from somewhere, containing all the semen I had ejaculated, and he was massaging my penis from bottom to top, seemingly trying to squeeze out all the semen inside.

“Oh dear, so fast.

The palpation will have to wait until next time.”

The doctor looked at the remaining semen dripping from my glans and said with a hint of regret.

“Next time?” I thought about it doubtfully, but quickly became immersed in the lingering sensation of the doctor massaging my penis.

Finally, Dr. Huang stood up, straightened his clothes slightly, twisted the small bottle containing my semen shut, and said in the same tone he had when I entered the room, "The examination is complete. Please get dressed."

Then he left.

My rationality returned, and a strong sense of doubt immediately welled up inside me: "This…a normal examination shouldn't be done like this, right?" But I wasn't sure; I didn't know if this was how it was done for others who couldn't get an erection.

Looking at the hickeys the doctor had left on my chest, I dressed, my mind filled with questions.

Outside, the doctor was writing something, so I sat down on the wooden chair in front of him and waited quietly.

"This…this…Dr. Huang, is this how regular health checkups are done?" After waiting a while, almost suffocating with doubt, I finally mustered the courage to ask.

The doctor looked up, adjusted his glasses, and said to me in a very serious tone, "When patients have difficulties with this aspect of their examination, we usually provide them with some assistance, everything is done according to the rules."

His eyes, however, gleamed with a strange light.

"This… could that kiss be one too?" I muttered to myself, unconsciously touching my lips, as if the soft, warm sensation still lingered.

But I was bothered by the doctor's look just now; it was very similar to the look my female classmate next to me gave me when she was trying to trick me.

I snapped out of my thoughts, only to see the doctor give me a meaningful look, then smile and say, "Alright, that concludes today's examination.

Please come to my private clinic for a follow-up appointment on Sunday morning."

He then handed me a business card.

"A follow-up appointment!?" I asked, puzzled. Didn't this prove my development was normal? "That's right.

I noticed your heart rate was irregular. It's best to come to my clinic for a detailed checkup, and also to pick up the fertility report I'll prepare for you."

Dr. Huang said, shaking the bottle containing my semen.

Irregular heart rate!? I was just nervous!! Also, so a semen sample isn't required? Perhaps noticing my doubtful look, Dr. Huang frowned and said, "Just listen to me, I'm a doctor!" His tone was slightly reproachful, but then he took my hand and saw me out.

As he closed the door, he smiled and reminded me, "Remember your follow-up appointment on Sunday~ I'm looking forward to it~" Then he disappeared behind the door.

I looked at the business card in my hand. Dr. Huang's clinic was in the city center. I wondered, is this really how health checkups are done? Should I go for my follow-up appointment on Sunday, or not? On

the first day of school when I was sixteen, my homeroom teacher asked us to do something quite troublesome.

"Health checkup," my teacher pushed up her glasses and said, "Our school has arranged with a nearby public clinic, and a doctor will be doing health checkups for us this week.

It's about this way from the school..." Watching my teacher draw a simple map on the blackboard, I frowned, thinking, "A health checkup..." Health checkups weren't usually anything to worry about, but I heard that this year's health checkup would be a little different.

In addition to getting a physical examination, we also had to prove that we were fully developed.

In other words, I had to proudly display my erection in front of a doctor I'd never met before.

How embarrassing! Especially since I wasn't even a hair on my genitals.

I knew from the lewd things my friends said that I was a slow developer; my Adam's apple wasn't very prominent, and I was completely bald.

But I didn't want to be seen as a slut, so I always changed alone in the toilet stall during PE class.

Exposing my private parts to a stranger, even a doctor, made me feel incredibly awkward.

"Remember! You have to go!" My homeroom teacher, turning around, probably seeing everyone's impatient expressions, slammed down those words. I couldn't help but sigh.

Hoping for a quicker fix, I took advantage of the free afternoon on the first day of school to go for a health checkup.

Public clinics always have long queues of elderly people waiting to see their doctors. I waited in the long line for half an hour before finally being able to explain my purpose to the nurse at the counter.

The nurse smiled and pointed to a sign across the street indicating standing room, telling me to go to the room written on it.

I smiled awkwardly; it turned out I didn't need to wait in line after all, and that half hour had been wasted.

My initial determination to succeed vanished, and thinking about the situation I was about to face, my hand hesitated to knock.

I knocked lightly, and heard an elderly voice inviting me in.

Pushing open the door, I saw an elderly doctor with gray hair, who looked to be in his fifties. He looked up at me and said, "You went to XX Middle School, right? Come, please sit over there."

He then pointed to a wooden chair in the corner.

"Do you have your glasses on?" I shook my head as the old doctor got up and walked to the projector in front of me.

"Yes.

Let's begin then."

The old doctor smiled and said to me, seeming very kind and approachable, which immediately made me feel much more relaxed.

With such a kind old man around, the matter that was about to happen wouldn't be so awkward.

The old doctor then turned on the projector, turned off the lights, and asked me to read the various English words and numbers on the slide.

Sometimes I closed my left eye, sometimes my right, reading through all the words on the slide. Finally, he asked me to tell him which line looked thicker within a circle made up of many straight lines. It

took about twenty minutes in total.

The lights came back on, and the old doctor directed me to sit in his writing chair, while also asking for my student ID.

"You don't have much nearsightedness."

The old doctor copied my name, student ID, and other information onto the medical record, smiling as he said, "But your astigmatism is quite severe, remember not to look in the eye."

"Okay."

I nodded in response, thinking the real show was about to begin, but I wasn't nervous at all.

After all, this old doctor was older than my father.

"Alright, take this form to room 208 for your physical exam."

He said, returning my medical record and student ID to me.

"Huh?" I was taken aback, thinking that the eye exam and physical exam were done together. "It's the fifth room on the right after you go out."

Perhaps seeing my confused look, the old doctor assumed I didn't know the way, his voice still as kind and friendly as ever.

Holding my medical record, I walked to another door not far away, wondering if the doctor there would be too young to care about my lack of medical care. My mood plummeted.

I knocked on the door in my wild thoughts, and after vaguely hearing the response, I pushed the door open and went in.

"Are you here for a health check? Please sit down."

The doctor in front of me stood up politely and waved his hand to the wooden chair in front of him, gesturing for me to sit down.

But I was stunned, holding the doorknob and opening my mouth, completely stunned.

Because the person in front of me was not only a young doctor, but also a young "female" doctor.

Thinking of the situation that I would face later, my mood was suddenly filled with thunder and lightning under the heavy rain, and my heart kept pounding, thinking about whether I should say that I knocked on the wrong door, and then run away to go home and check again next time.

"Are you here for a health checkup? Come on, don't be embarrassed, I'm a doctor!" The young female doctor said to me with a smile, and kindly walked over and pulled me into the room.

Perhaps sensing my apprehension from my panicked expression, the female doctor

said, "Don't be afraid, I'm a doctor."

I reluctantly sat down in the chair, and she took the medical record from my hand, smiling as she repeated her professional statement, hoping to allay my concerns.

But I had a nagging feeling that her professional smile was a bit off-putting.

"Are you Yuan, classmate? I'm Dr. Huang."

The female doctor sat in the chair in front of me, looking at my medical record, and I responded hesitantly.

This Dr. Huang wasn't particularly beautiful, but she was definitely not ugly. She had a pointed face and wore silver-rimmed glasses, giving her a professional look.

She wore light makeup, but some crow's feet were still visible around her eyes.

Considering university and internships, becoming a licensed doctor would take at least 27 or 28 years old. And studying medicine is more demanding than other fields, so some wrinkles aren't surprising.

Perhaps because the room was air-conditioned, on such a hot day, he was wearing a light blue, wide-necked sweater under his white doctor's coat, looking warm and cozy.

"Okay, please take off your clothes,"

Dr. Huang said, looking up after putting down the medical record.

"Huh? Take off my clothes!?" Were they getting to the point already? Lost in thought, I was startled by his words.

"You don't think I can do auscultation through clothes, do you?"

Dr. Huang joked, his smile widening, probably finding my expression amusing.

I lowered my head, using the unbuttoning of my shirt to avoid Dr. Huang's gaze, inwardly cursing myself for being overly sensitive.

At the same time, I was filled with anxiety. The thought of having to salute my bald spot in front of this strange woman made my heart pound in my chest. I felt incredibly uneasy and didn't know what to do.

After all, apart from my mother and sister when I was a child, I had never been seen by outsiders, let alone given a salute! My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it pounding. I just hoped that Dr. Huang would get embarrassed and we could all just get by.

Suddenly, a cold touch came, and the cold stethoscope pulled me back to reality.

Dr. Huang pressed the stethoscope against my left chest while counting down the seconds on her watch.

After a while, she moved it elsewhere and told me to take a few deep breaths.

This was repeated several times. Finally, as was customary, Dr. Huang shone a flashlight on my throat and felt my barely noticeable Adam's apple.

"All done,"

he said, picking up a pen to write on the medical record. But just as I was about to button my shirt, he stopped me, pointing to another door in the room and saying, "Please take off your shoes and lie down on the bed in that room and wait for me."

"Finally,"

I sighed inwardly, walking step by step towards the room, feeling a bit like I was going to my execution.

I opened the door, took off my shoes, climbed onto the pure white hospital bed, and quietly waited for the executioner to arrive. The waiting time seemed to pass particularly slowly. I looked at the white ceiling, experiencing the feelings of Jing Ke's assassination attempt

on the Qin emperor: "The wind howls, the Yi River is cold, the hero departs, never to return." Suddenly, the sound of footsteps rang out, instantly extinguishing any sense of despair I felt. A chill ran down my spine, and my body stiffened: "It's...it's really coming!!" Dr. Huang's white figure appeared beside the bed, smiling before speaking. He casually placed the medical record on the chair beside the bed and said to my stiffened body, "Don't be afraid, it's just some simple examination." I gave a wry smile, thinking, "I know, but there's one place I don't really want to be examined." At the same time, I hoped again that Dr. Huang would be embarrassed and that we could just gloss over it. Dr. Huang pressed rhythmically on my right abdomen and then asked if it hurt. I shook my head. He then pressed on several different places on my stomach with the same technique and asked again if it hurt. I shook my head in response. "Okay, get up, that's about it." Hearing Dr. Huang tell me to get up, I could hardly believe my ears. My worst fear hadn't come true. My mood instantly brightened, like fireworks exploding in my heart. I happily sat up, thinking that Dr. Huang was, after all, a young woman, and of course she would be shy about this kind of examination. It was best to gloss over it so that no one would feel awkward. "Finally..." Just as I was about to get out of bed, Dr. Huang, who had been sitting in the chair writing the medical record, looked up and said those two words with a smile. "Finally...finally?" I murmured, repeating myself, a sudden feeling of unease washing over me. I looked at Dr. Huang's faint smile, but a chill ran down my spine. "Uneasy? Why should I be uneasy?" I wondered. Was it because Dr. Huang's smile seemed so familiar? When did I see that smile before? Right! Right!! Didn't that girl in my class give me the same smile before she threw my wallet downstairs?! "Please take off your pants one last time, it's the final check." Sure enough... Looking at Dr. Huang's radiant smile, I felt a darkness descend upon my future. "What's meant to happen will happen." This phrase suddenly popped into my mind, and I thought, "Is this what they call fate?" I couldn't help but sigh. "Don't be afraid, I'm a doctor. Hurry up and take them off, just halfway." Dr. Huang urged me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Sitting on the edge of the bed, my hand reached for the belt at his urging, but untying it felt like putting a noose around my neck. Overwhelmed by shame, I exposed my featherless genitals to a strange woman. "Huh!? No feathers?" The words struck me like a hammer blow. I lowered my head, unable to meet Dr. Huang's slightly surprised expression, my right hand clenching involuntarily. At that moment, I wanted to cry. "It's alright. Not having hair doesn't mean you're not fully developed." Perhaps realizing her unintentional remark had hurt my pride, Dr. Huang spoke while stroking my head, comforting me like a child. But I felt all the blood rush to my face. "Do you usually get erections?" Dr. Huang asked gently, nodding helplessly. I imagine my face was probably glowing red. "Then please demonstrate."

Dr. Huang gently patted my burning face with his cool hands, saying in a relaxed tone, "Come on, close your eyes, imagine, and show the doctor your masculinity."

I did as he said and closed my eyes. Actually, I had wanted to close my eyes and crawl into a hole for a long time, but showing my masculinity was proving difficult.

Although I tried hard to recall the porn I saw at my friend's house, imagining various AV actresses dancing naked in front of me, my little brother remained as still as a mountain, refusing to show itself.

"Impotent."

These two words suddenly flashed through my mind.

Giving a salute in front of a woman is merely impolite, but if you can't get an erection in front of a woman, it's a lifelong mark of shame, especially when she asks you to show your masculinity.

Now I was even more anxious, trying my best to imagine all sorts of obscene scenes.

The more anxious I became, the more fragmented the images became, and eventually, I really couldn't get an erection.

"How is it? Is it not working?" After what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Huang finally spoke.

But I was too ashamed to reply, feeling like a defeated chick.

"You're too tense. Relax a little."

Dr. Huang stood up, patted my head, and his tone sounded quite cheerful: "The examination won't be finished until we're sure you're not lying."

This is what they mean by kicking someone when they're down.

"Wait a minute, I have some good stuff for you."

Dr. Huang patted my head, which was drooping as low as it could go, and walked out leisurely, followed by the sound of a drawer opening.

When she returned, I saw Dr. Huang had a magazine in her hand. She handed it to me, saying, "Here, this should be alright, right?"

It was Playboy!! The legendary number one pornographic magazine, popular worldwide. I'd only ever glimpsed its cover at newsstands before, and now it was in my hands.

Holding Playboy in my hands, I felt a surge of excitement.

Suddenly, I felt Dr. Huang watching me with a knowing smile. There wasn't a hint of lewdness in her gaze, but I felt there was something malicious about it,

which made me very embarrassed. My excitement at getting Playboy cooled instantly, and Dr. Huang sat back down on the wooden chair by the bed, gesturing for me to leave, but her malicious gaze remained fixed on me.

I held the magazine up to block Dr. Huang's embarrassing gaze and turned to the first page.

A stunning blonde beauty with a perfect figure, wearing a fishnet outfit that revealed her alluring curves.

Long golden hair, seductive green eyes, and her full, rounded breasts, with two fingers spreading her pink pubic area, were enough to make any man's blood boil.

But I wasn't; my mind wasn't on that fiery woman at all.

I felt like Dr. Huang's gaze was piercing through the thick magazine and staring at me, making me incredibly uncomfortable.

I turned the pages one by one; every woman in the book was a sexy bombshell, but I felt that gaze fixed on me growing increasingly intense.

I quickly peeked at Dr. Huang from the side of the book, and sure enough, he was staring straight at me.

That malicious gaze lingered in my mind, and the alluring bodies of those Playboys flashed before my eyes like a fleeting glance.

Before I knew it, I'd turned to the last page, but my little bird was still nestled between my legs.

"How is it? Still not working?" Dr. Huang asked, taking the magazine from my hands.

I couldn't even manage a bitter smile.

"You're not lying to the doctor?" Dr. Huang stood up and asked gently.

My face flushed, my head bowed, wishing I could just have a stroke and die.

"I really can't do anything with you~" Dr. Huang laughed, and a sense of crisis suddenly washed over me.

I remembered! I remembered!! That look, that smile—the girls in my class would always have a similar expression when they wanted to bully me.

"Wait a minute."

Dr. Huang rushed out like a whirlwind, her long, black hair tracing a semicircle in the air, but she instantly returned, now holding a pair of milky-white disposable rubber gloves.

Watching Dr. Huang put on the gloves, I felt a chill.

Every time I saw that expression, it was accompanied by misfortune.

The milky-white gloves, slightly transparent from the stretching, clung tightly to Dr. Huang's slender, nimble fingers. Then she took a small bottle of lotion from her pocket and applied it evenly to her hands.

I wondered suspiciously, "Is...is she going to do a palpation?" But being unable to get an erection has nothing to do with getting anal sex, right? Could it be the legendary prostate massage?! Watching Dr. Huang move her fingers in front of me, I thought, "Dr. Huang's fingers are so delicate, it won't hurt too much when I insert them, will it?" My mind wandered, and my buttocks clenched involuntarily.

"Are you ready?" Dr. Huang leaned down, almost face-to-face, and asked.

But I was completely oblivious; my previous daydreams vanished without a trace, my entire being captivated by one thing… "Cleavage!!!" Those three words were all that remained in my mind. Dr. Huang's snow-white breasts, supported by her black lace bra, formed a deep cleavage.

Through the wide neckline of her sweater, I saw a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

Seeing a woman's full, snow-white breasts for the first time, I was completely mesmerized, losing track of time, my gaze fixed greedily on Dr. Huang's beautiful cleavage.

It wasn't until the doctor straightened up that I realized my rudeness. My eyes darted awkwardly upwards, wondering if she'd noticed me peeking at her cleavage. The doctor smiled at me and said, "I'm tired. Can we begin?" Her mischievous eyes and playful voice made it sound like she was asking, "Pretty?" "Um...um,"

I mumbled. I saw Dr. Huang applying lotion to her hands again; the previous lotion had probably dried. Realizing I'd been staring at her chest for who knows how long, even the lotion had dried, my ears started to burn.

How embarrassing!! "Let's begin,"

Dr. Huang said, sitting down beside me, her soft body pressing against me.

The fluffy sweater clung to my arm, a soft, bouncy sensation spreading with its warmth.

I reflexively flinched, but the doctor pulled me closer, holding my waist and pressing her chest against my arm.

Then, she whispered in my ear, "Have you ever tried masturbation?" I dared not answer, nor could I utter a sound.

I only felt the doctor's warm breath tickling my ear as she spoke, a strange sensation that made me involuntarily tilt my head away.

But the doctor insisted on speaking close to my ear, her hot breath enveloping it as she said, "Yes? No? This is related to the examination!" I nodded reluctantly, feeling my neck burning, but Dr. Huang went on to ask an even more embarrassing question: "So, how do you usually do it?" I bit my lip, my face flushed, and shook my head resolutely.

I couldn't see the doctor's face because she was too close to me, but I felt she seemed to be secretly laughing, saying, "You're so stubborn~ Come on! Tell the doctor, do you usually do it like this?" A cold finger touched my chest, then drew circles around my nipples.

The areas where my fingers touched felt cool because of the lotion, but a fire ignited in my chest, and the blood on my face seemed to gather in my chest.

"Hmm, it's starting to react."

Dr. Huang spoke almost into my ear, but I didn't react to the warm, moist sensation. I kept my eyes tightly closed, enduring the tingling and itching in my chest, while intensely doubting, "Is this really how the examination is done?" But I didn't dare ask, nor did I have the chance.

Because the doctor's fingers suddenly swept across my abdomen, hovering over my penis.

The slippery fingers first moved back and forth from the base to the glans, then his palm grasped my scrotum and rubbed it, while his fingertips lightly brushed against my inner thighs.

My penis unconsciously writhed, struggling to stand up little by little in the doctor's hands.

Ignoring my own will to heat up and harden, until I felt as if I had a red-hot steel rod erecting in my lower body.

"Oh! It's hard now, isn't it?" The doctor's mischievous voice rang in my ears, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Just when I thought this humiliating health check would end with my brother's triumphant sigh, the doctor grabbed my penis and began stroking it.

"You could have gotten really hard and hot, but you wouldn't get it up.

Tell me—were you pretending to be stupid, trying to trick the doctor into being nice to you?" A wave of pleasure surged from my lower body. The white rubber gloves, lubricated by lotion, moved effortlessly back and forth along my shaft.

The inorganic plastic left waves of pleasure on my sensitive glans.

The doctor's hands moved up and down with a slight twisting motion, applying more pressure on the coronal fossa. Under this skillful manipulation, my upper body involuntarily leaned back, my erection rising in search of greater pleasure.

My elbows braced against the bed for self-protection, and seeing the doctor's slight smile, I managed to utter, "I...I didn't..." "So stubborn.

Come on~ tell the doctor, is this comfortable?" The doctor's hands moved faster, the intense pleasure almost making me close my eyes.

But a sliver of reason and shame made me grit my teeth and turn my head away, unable to answer her humiliating question.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dr. Huang frown, saying with a hint of reproach, "I really can't do anything with you! I don't like disobedient patients!" He then pinched my penis hard.

"Ouch!!! That feels so good!" I cried out in pain.

"Hmm! That's a good boy."

The doctor's touch instantly softened into a gentle rubbing, the stinging sensation transforming into a warm current spreading through the shaft, reigniting the interrupted pleasure.

The doctor leaned closer, almost nose to nose with me, and said, "Here's a reward for you, only good boys get!" Then he sealed my lips with his.

My eyes widened in surprise. "This...this is also part of the examination!?" But that thought quickly faded. The doctor's tongue seemed to secrete an intoxicating saliva, and my tongue passively followed its movements, a slightly sweet sensation spreading in my mouth.

The doctor's hand changed from stroking to applying pressure to the glans, but the pleasure only intensified.

"Ahhh..." Overwhelmed by the pleasure, I couldn't help but let out a long breath, my eyes closed, as the doctor's deep, breathtaking kiss faded, and everything seemed a little unreal.

The doctor's lips moved from my neck to my chest, and then his soft, warm tongue began to lick and kiss between my left breasts.

The electric shock-like numbness didn't travel to my brain, but instead flowed towards the base of the penis, mixing with the pent-up tingling and itching, forming an irresistible surge.

Then, under the doctor's skillful guidance, it burst forth like a dam breaking through the barrier between my urethra… "Ughhhhhh," I let out a long sigh, my legs involuntarily trembling.

My consciousness went blank for a moment, completely immersed in the pleasure of ejaculation.

When I came to my senses, I saw the doctor produce a bottle from somewhere, containing all the semen I had ejaculated, and was kneading my penis from bottom to top, seemingly trying to squeeze out all the semen inside.

"Oh dear, so fast.

We'll have to postpone the palpation until next time."

The doctor said with a hint of regret, watching the remaining semen drip from my glans.

"Next time?" I thought about it doubtfully, but quickly became engrossed in the lingering sensation of the doctor rubbing my penis.

Finally, Dr. Huang stood up, straightened his clothes slightly, twisted the small bottle containing my semen shut, and said in the same tone he had when I entered the room, "The examination is complete. Please get dressed."

Then he left.

My rationality returned, and a strong sense of doubt immediately welled up inside me: "This… a normal examination shouldn't be done like this, right?" But I wasn't sure; I didn't know if this was done for other people who couldn't get an erection.

Looking at the hickeys the doctor had left on my chest, I dressed, full of questions.

When I went outside, the doctor was writing something, so I sat down on the wooden chair in front of him and waited quietly.

"Um... Dr. Huang, is this how regular health checkups are done?" After waiting for a while, almost suffocating from the questions, I finally mustered up the courage to ask.

The doctor looked up, adjusted his glasses, and said to me in a very serious tone, "When people have difficulties with this aspect during their checkups, we usually provide them with some assistance, everything is done according to the book."

His eyes, however, shone with a peculiar light.

"Um... could that kiss be included too?" I muttered to myself, unconsciously reaching up to touch my lips, as if the soft, warm touch still lingered.

But I was bothered by the doctor's look just now; it was very similar to the look my female classmate next to me gave me when she was trying to lie to me.

I snapped out of my thoughts and saw the doctor give me a meaningful look, then smile and say, "Alright, that concludes today's examination.

Please come to my private clinic for a follow-up appointment on Sunday morning."

He handed me a business card.

"A follow-up appointment!?" I asked, puzzled. Didn't this prove my development was normal? "That's right.

I noticed your heart rate was irregular. It's best to come to my clinic for a detailed examination, and also to pick up the fertility survey report I'll prepare for you."

Dr. Huang said, shaking the bottle containing my semen.

Irregular heart rate!? I was just nervous!! Also, so a semen sample isn't required? Perhaps noticing my doubtful look, Dr. Huang frowned and said, "Just listen to me, I'm a doctor!" His tone was slightly reproachful, but he then took my hand and saw me out the door.

As he closed the door, he smiled and reminded me, "Remember your follow-up appointment on Sunday~ I'm looking forward to it~" Then he disappeared behind the door.

I looked at the business card in my hand; Dr. Huang's clinic was in the city center. I wondered, is this really how health checkups are done? Should I go to my follow-up appointment on Sunday, or not?

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